SMITTY please , no matter how many fords are in your drivway...dont put your head in the oven because of it... put on a bow tie when you work on em with a 3 lb sledge and for cripes sake, put on some coal heat!!!
Good morning everyone, I'm in eastern Mass this morning and it's COLD !! 41* and 18mph winds on the coast.. Feels like 20*.. My buddy's place is heated by natural gas and he say's it's too late in the season to turn on the heat!! LOL. so I'm wearing my jacket in the house..
Since it is Memorial Day I thought it fitting that we give some thought to the original Americans who, however reluctantly, have nevertheless shaped our country to a great degree.
Back in the 1830s I don't think there were any professional anthropologists, but there were a few far seeing people who witnessed the ongoing tragedy and felt it their duty to at least document what they could while there was still time. This is only 30 years after the Lewis and Clark expedition.
George Catlin was one of them and I have included one of his paintings and a portion of the text from his book that I found particularly moving as well as profound.
Thanks Franco, many seem to forget that we are a nation of immigrants & don't have exclusive rights to this land when it comes right down to it. In keeping with the Holiday I thought I might add this story from the Pittsburgh area but it's the same all across America & I give my thanks for those men & women that make a proper military sendoff possible, it is a very touching ceremony. http://www.post-gazette.com/neighborhoo ... 1305230350
A memorial that I remember was of WW ll. It was two gold stars.
During the war if a family member was in the service you were entitled to display a white star on a red background in your front window. People were proud to do this to show the support of their family and the stars were a common sight. What was not so common was a gold star which signified death in the service of the country.
In the late 1950s I was on a house call to repair the heating system in a semi-detached house belonging to an old couple. These houses sold for $7,000 new and most had just one of the old fashioned central heating furnaces in the basement.
On leaving I passed through the dining room and glanced at the sideboard and saw two framed gold stars and two framed letters. The old lady saw my interest and brought over the letters for me to read. Both sons dead and these were the letters from their respective company commanders concerning their deaths, both from small arms fire in Europe. This modest memorial was all they had left of two fine sons.